I feel mostly like I'm just a skeleton
With worn out ribs and a cracked spine
Blood shot eyes lined by dark circles
Alabaster skin I'm constantly trying to shed
An alien within my own habitat
I know not where I'm going
Or when I shall ever get there
But I still carry on, slightly limping all the way,
The unforgotten memories of past failure still lingering
Reminding me I am merely bones and skin
Emotions  and ambitions left behind long ago
Not immune to the disastrous ways of the universe

I was a single grain of coffee
floating in the porcelain mug
that was your heart

i am nothing
special
i am a
collection of
shed tears and
fragile bones

and darling,
i have nothing
to offer you
because i
am hollow

but know
that even if
i am empty
i will give
you whatever
i have left
in me

because i
don't just
love you

i want to
touch your
very soul
hold every
crease with
fragile hands

i want to
memorize
the stars
the unending
constellations
that litter
your mind
by name

and i do
not mind
the unnerving
fact that
you darken
my thoughts
because the
truth is
you also
colour my
dreams

and the sun
does not
shine for me

it thinks
i am nothing
but just
another triviality,
a temporary
figure

but it
shines for
you and
only you

it wakes up
just to
see your
glorious face

because darling
you are
perfection and
anyone would
rather live
a second to
see your face
than to
live a millennia
without seeing
you

After you were gone
You never really were
A wisp of you here
A flash of you there
Everywhere
At breakfast I remember your tips on how to cook
When choosing a song I feel the urge to start with one of your favorites
I wake up and go to say good morning
My hand hangs empty and cold
My walks are lonely and speechless
    You are gone from me physically
But you are stamped into my life
More you than me
Always there
In flashes
And wisps

There are no lessons and no morals
There are only stories for us mortals
Every story spun like a spider web
With the same lethal trapping mesh
And closer like an entranced butterfly
We all dive head first into life's fatal lie
And then in the ****** ruse we struggle
Until the lattice puts an end to our troubles
Strangles us in the network God weaved
Death is the life we live; the air we breathe
To roam with madness in this contradiction
Is the mortal soul's only essential addiction
Looking everywhere for a web to draw us in
We forget it is a trap of ruin and placid sin

"I love you," I said.
The sound of my heart breaking overcame the silence that followed.

a.g

When she recieved her first 'A', and hung it on
the frigde, they called her Alexandria, and
they chanted the name with pride.

When she tried on make-up for the first time, and asked
her father how she looked, he simply nodded and said
you look beautiful, Alexandria, though she knew he was lying.

When she saw her first naked boy, at a party out in province,
she questioned whether to stay or go. All he had to do was call
her Alex, and her mind was fully made up.

When she smoked her first cigarette after going to bed with
that boy she'd met moments prior, everyone called her Lexi,
whispering it between moans and drags from cheap cigarettes.

Now, on most evenings, outside the local bar, she stands on the
corner, pacing back and forth, and asks herself if that test still hangs
on the fridge, and what they'd call her now...